"Have you found a real estate agent yet?" I asked."No. I did talk to a couple, but they suggested I decide on a general location first, then look for ...n agent." Yeah, I suppose that makes sense." Where is Ardele this morning?" she asked."She's at the doctor's office, getting a check up." Smart girl." Yes, she is. Very smart," I smiled, more to myself.I had traded in my somewhat battered old pickup on a new Toyota RAV4. It was much more practical for our business and I had the company name and. My Uncle Vito and his wife were not really relatives of ours. Uncle Vito was actually my mother's god father, but he was all the relation we had. And he was making sure that my sister and I had a loving home to go to.Actually Uncle Vito didn't have a home, he had an estate, but as a kid I didn't understand the difference. Uncle Vito's "house" was on 20 acres of lush grass in the best part of the county. There were barns with horses, a huge pool, guest house, and much more. The whole estate was. It is just a kinky story. Also, I hope people who add chapters to his story could keep physical violence to a low-level minimum, it is more about corruption, blackmail, and seduction.Enjoy !!!It is said that under the harsh exterior of every cowgirl, there is a mare waiting to be tamed.You have to ride them hart, for soft lovemaking will never be enough for them.Or they should ride your hart!Somewhere in rural Colorado, 5 am.It was still dark outside, but once again Lori Dalton would suddenly. I’m thinking I’ll just pull up in the yard and get to the porch and get the lightbulb. Easy. I get out the car and finish smoking my cigarette and I make my way to the front porch. It’s typically quiet so I’m thinking if I don’t make any noise I should be able to pick up the light and dip. I was wrong. As I grabbed the lightbulb and made my way back to the car the front door opens up and low and behold I hear “your always dragging to do things in time”. It was bobs mom whom i known and nice.